My heart was thumping as my shoes touched the concrete of my new school's parking lot.

"Honey, it won't be as bad as you think. I'm sure you'll meet lots of new, wonderful people," my mom said soothingly.

I didnt reply as I closed the car door and trudged through the snow to the front door of the Highschool. Note in hand, I headed to the front office. The school board told me they would create my class schedule that morning.

No one saw me as I passed through the crowd and easily found my way to the office. But someone had beaten me to the room, so I waited outside the office door. Leaning against the wall, I listened to the little bits of loud conversation I could hear.

"...she's sick. I need to use my phone during..."

"It's against school policy..." I identified that voice as the authority.

"Mr. Jett, I'm sure you are aware of the exception..."

I peaked into the room. A tall, lean boy about 17 stood in front of the desk of Mr. Jett. The boy's hair was shaggy and deep brown. He carried a backpack that teased to fall off his shoulders.

Mr. Jett's lips were moving, but I didnt comprehend what he said. The boy clenched his fist and turned to the door to leave.

"And cut your hair!" Mr. Jett said when the boy thrust the door open and pushed past me.

"Excuse me," he said in a mocking tone. I ignored him and walked in the office.

"Ah, Miss Dawson, good morning. let me go get your schedule. One moment please." Mr. Jett stood from his desk and plodded int a back room where I could no longer see him.

Silently, the front office door opened and the brown haired boy walked in again as if he were tip toeing. Sneaking to Mr. Jett's desk, he quickly grabbed a blue paper. Folding it in half, the boy gave me a meticulous smile, then rushed out the door before Mr. Jett came back. I rolled me eyes.


First period. Chemistry.

The boy from that morning sat behind me. I could feel his eyes goring into the back of my head.

"Morning class. I am aware that we have a new student in our midst today, but please stay calm. We have a lab to do today that will run through the next two weeks. We will work to the bell. Get into partners," my new teacher told us.

My fellow classmates quickly found partners, heartlessly leaving the new kid, and the meticulous boy to be lab buddies for the day. Turning in my seat, I introduced myself to the strange boy.

"I'm Kaylee Dawson," I greeted and held out my hand.

He looked at my hand and replied, "Dakota. I guess we are stuck together." He got out of his desk and walked to the back of the room to a lab table.

I grimaced but managed to follow behind him. People were snickering and pointing fingers at both Dakota and me. Ignoring them, I sat on a stool as we busied ourselves with the assignment.

Every now and then, he would stare up at me as if he had a question, but would think better and push the thought aside.

"Do you need something?" I questioned hotly.

The bell rang. Dakota grabbed his backpack and rushed out the door on to his next class as I sat and stared after him.




OK, so this is what's goin on. There is a BIG rumor behind Dakota. It's a secret till Kaylee's friends tell Kaylee. But the rumor throws her off and she cant believe whats going on. I'll share some more tomorrow maybe. but i have to write it